“I’m.... I'm so sorry for disobeying you. I understand if you’re going to punish me now.... I deserve it..... I'm so sorry....”
Kouichi took the other’s wane jaws in his cold palms, memorizing the other’s gaunt face and those worried, pale eyes staring at him with the most hopeful twinge in his smile. The warrior was almost drunk on such attention, full to the brim with the sickening power that he held at the moment; dreaming about how easy it would be to steal the light from Ken’s eyes and watch his pupils dilate as his ancient spirit, the guardian of death, took Ken under its golden wings to claim forever...
His heart thrilled at his deepest, darkest thoughts waited on the edge of his fingers holding Ken hostage and bending the other boy to his very will.
“I’m not going to hurt you. I would never hurt you,” he voiced saccharine sweet, like tart blackberries pressing chapped lips against the other’s to ache.
The crime, of course, was promiscuity on Ken’s end: looking at other men, teasing them to the point of sex, rubbing rough against each other’s pants. While he was the one supposed to be dating Ken, so Kouichi had every right to be jealously mad. But as much as he wanted to kill them... he couldn’t.
And neither could he think up a sufficient punishment for someone so idiotic, except to disallow the other boy to use his scarves during winter every again.